Wrapping an arm around her waist, I pulled her back against my chest. She was panting; fucked into a soft, compliant haze. Her head fell to rest against my shoulder. I felt her heart pounding, her fingers gripping my wrist, and her breath against my neck. They weren’t things I usually noticed, and somehow, all of it created a knot behind my ribs. I skimmed my lips against her ear, my voice rough. “If it’s too much, tell me. Or I’ll stop right now.” I’d rather take a bullet than stop right now. “I told you I can take it,” she breathed. “I don’t give a fuck what you can take. I’m not into
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